The Old Oak Tree
I set under this old oak tree, which was shaggy and brown, reminiscing about my
yesterdays and life experiences.
I recall never having enough space to progress, leaving me little shade to rest
This tree became my destiny, where I unlock all my feeling and thoughts
It was old with legend of time and branches falling all over the place
In the Winter, I lost it all because of its bareness and cold embrace
In the Spring this tree brought leaves of green and meaning to life
In the Summer, I use this old tree for my breeze and comfort
In the Fall, it began to lose it's purpose, and drop its leaves, and again I found my
friend which embrace my soul, as the fall leaves felled it had a purpose to cover the
grounds with sadness, yet peddles of gold
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